Saturday, April 4, 2009

I have decided I need to move….

This week I have come to a big decision. I need to move! Why, you may ask? What could possible entice me to move away from my beautiful Brooklyn?

Well to be honest I'm scared. Now you're thinking what could possible scare me enough to make me move, is there some creepy predator on the loose? No, that's not it, though last Thursday the police we're definitely out about the neighborhood looking for something….. or someone.

No, predators don't scare me. Mice don't even scare me anymore no matter how gross they may be crawling about on the subway tracks….

Can we say eww. But no, mice/rats will not make me move.

Perhaps it's the copious amount of plumbing problems we've had, the kind that made us have to call Roto-Rooter this week.

No, that's not it either. Gross but not scary.

The thing that's made me decide I need to move is quite small really, but oh so creepy!

Water bugs!

Seriously, I used to think nothing was creepier than a giant black water bug crawling around on your floor. But now I know better. There is one thing creepier. And that's a giant black water bug crawling on your finger!!! Just yesterday I went to put on my sneakers and as a sat down and picked up the shoe to put it on my foot…… there was a water bug on the middle finger of my right hand crawling frantically upward!!!

Luckily for me, and for those of you grossed out just reading this, I came out victorious. For as a gave out a small little girlish shriek and flung the nasty creature onto the floor, I managed to knock over the old street sign I have sitting in my room, effectively squashing that sick little (or not so little) bug!

Now, my weapon of choice against these gross bugs happens to be a can of Raid because then I don't have to worry about seeing bug guts and so forth, but I was none to sorry to see this particular buggy squashed to oblivion. Perhaps I am insensitive and cruel; I mean, after all they are God's creatures just as I am. But personally, the second they step foot, or creepy crawly leg thing as the case may be, into my house they better be prepared to run for the hills (or at least the plumbing) 'cause I'm coming after them! Either they're moving or I'm moving! I refuse to cohabitate!

1 comment:

  1. Hey, I didn't know you had a blog! And yeah, that was...ew.

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